If he was being honest, even as Claire told him she preferred him in dress whites he didn't have them on him either, actually he hadn't even taken them to Atlantis with him. The last he had seen of them, they were very neatly folded up (in a specific way) and tucked away in one of the holding boxes the SGC had given to them. After all the last thing that was needed was for them to be sent back to his parents.

Of course most thoughts of dress whites and even wearing any clothing went from his mind as she responded so wonderfully to his administrations. It was something that he never got bored of hearing that he could make someone feel so many different things in one go, it was just so much better than it was Claire making them noises for him. If that made him a little possessive than so be it, he wasn't ashamed of what he could do for his partner, what pleasure he could elicit for her, even if his own got forsaken for a while.

So he couldn't help joining in the laughter as he realised that there were most definitely no knickers on the woman he currently had in his arms. If there was one thing about the pair of them when they were together, there always seemed to be some kind of laughter when they had sex, whether it was during or after, one of them would laugh. It was something he had never had before with any other partner and was something that made his experiences with Claire something altogether more special.

The kissing between them was heated, passionate, even as he felt her hands move to the top of his pyjama bottoms again, god what he wouldn't give for that hand to travel just a little further down, just a small fraction. Anything to get the show on the road so to speak, but part of him (a very small part by this point) didn't want the damn teasing to end, he would let the woman in front of him tease him to death if it meant he could keep looking at her. Could keep her hands on him.

Even as the pyjama bottoms fell to the floor (it wasn't like they were exactly held up tightly anyway) and the cool night air ran across his now bare legs making him shiver slightly. The chill seeming to add to the whole experience rather than dampen it. Of course by this point he had also managed to pull of the t-shirt that Claire was wearing, so they were basically standing there naked, breathing heavily, waiting for the next move.

Of course as he stepped out of the trousers, making Claire take a step back, he couldn't help a raised eyebrow as he looked her over, “You've managed to get us both naked, sweetheart,” he whispered, kisses being placed across any available skin possible. His hands making there way down to her hips, seemingly staying firmly in place, as he continued to rain kisses along her shoulders, even stopping to trace the outline of her tattoo on the top of her right shoulder for a moment with his tongue.

Before he very subtly – subtly enough Claire wouldn't pick up on it – moved them even closer to the bed, despite the blood very quickly leaving his brain other parts of him, more very prominent parts, he had one last little plan in place.

Pulling back slightly, breathing heavily, face flushed with excitement, there was a mischievous look in his eyes, before leaning to her ear, “Trust me,” he whispered, biting at the bottom part very gently. He hoisted her up, pulling her legs to round his waist before stepping right up to the bed with her in his arms and unceremoniously dropping her onto the bed, the bed squeaking as their combine weight landed on it.

Claire couldn't concentrate on her musings about dress whites for too long, as Caleb's touch became more insistent and demanding, matching her own need in that moment. She'd never been in such a passionate, all-encompassing relationship before, especially not one with such an emotional closeness as well. Falling in love with your best friend had its advantages, it seemed.

The old, familiar sensations swarmed through her body, making Claire feel as though every nerve ending was on fire. This never got old. She didn't know what it was about Caleb, but the honeymoon phase showed no signs of ending. She would have expected their relationship to settle into some sort of "normality" by now, but every day was as fresh and new as the one before, and that was something she never wanted to end.

Caleb's laughter as she admitted she was a brazen hussy in no knickers was infectious, and Claire threw herself back into the kiss, even as her fingers facilitated the dropping of Caleb's sleep pants. For the moment, she resisted tickling her fingers ever lower, instead, settling for pressing her now-naked body up against Caleb's, albeit for just a second before he stepped out of the fabric puddled around his ankles.

Her fingers trailed up Caleb's stomach, before toying lightly with the whorls of golden hair smattered across his chest. For once, there were no bruises marring his skin, and the moonlight from outside silvered his - in Claire's opinion, anyway - perfect form. For a moment, they just looked at one another, before Caleb remarked on their naked state. "Talk about stating the bloody obvious," she laughed, her voice low, husky, and full of desire. "And I think you'llo find we both played a part in that!"

It took just a second or two for Caleb to grab her hips and pull her closer, his lips and tongue tracing lines across her shoulders, even as her own hands fell onto Caleb's backside. She had always loved his arse, and gave it a cheeky squeeze. She barely noticed Caleb nudging her slowly backwards, before his lips landed on her ear, and Claire gave him a puzzled look as he asked her to trust him.

Her murmured "always" turned into a squeak as he hefted her up, her legs wrapped around his waist, before being tumbled backwards onto the bed, and roaring with laughter. "Careful, we could do without having to pay for replacement furniture!"

The heat between them and the silliness between them was something that Caleb had come to love, something that he really didn't want to ever give up. If he could continue to make Claire, laugh, smile, gasp in whatever way possibly then that was what he was going to do and he never got bored of it. He knew that people assumed he would, that this between them would last, the rumours before they'd left for Atlantis were still rife. He was always going to be known for hopping to a different bed every other night, there wasn't going to be anything he could do to change that, but Claire knew of that past, accepted that part of him and he was so damn grateful.

He was very much not sure he would be here, right in this moment, them both completely naked, as close as they were friendship and more, if she hadn't. She made him a better man, a man he didn't know he could actually be.

After they had fallen onto the bed both laughing loudly like school children doing something naughty, well they kind of were doing something naughty. But they were adults, they were allowed to be naughty, he leant himself back onto his knees so he was sat up straight, just looking at Claire laid out before him.

This was his own personal feast, every inch of her was for his exploration, certain spots that he knew would make her drop them decidedly dirty Maori words, the certain areas that would have her pleading with him within in seconds. He knew them all, even when he found new ways to tease her with them, of course she also knew all of his, as was evident by the fact she had squeezed his arse right before he'd tipped them over.

He knew there wouldn't be any marks left by the morning, but knowing she had done that, always brought a secret smile to his face. He put his hands on his hips, looking like some kind of deranged naked superman looking over his own spoils of war, the grin still very much firmly in place. He was still breathing heavily as he said, “You did promise me something about asking nicely,” he wasn't above teasing her even now. Even if it was a tease to himself, because he might just be giving himself a case of blue balls here.

Very slowly, the mischievous smile turning back into seductive (not that he had to seduce her much now), he rested a hand on the inside of her ankle, starting to slowly trace patterns with his thumb, whilst he very carefully – so as not to put his full weight on just that one spot, he wasn't exactly the lightest of blokes after all – lifted himself up so he was back to leaning over her, his hand trailing feather light touches up the inside of her leg.

The other hand had found its way back to her tattoo, was tracing the outline, as he stared at her. This was everything that people told him should have, everything that he realised he wanted as he looked Claire over from the shoulder length wavy brown hair, to very much kissed lips, he could stand to stay like this with her, for a very long time. Just looking at her, knowing she was his, that he could have her like this, it got him going more than any tease they could do to each other. He wasn't going to be able linger much longer like this, not if he wanted to do something about the insistent fire running through his veins, making everything pound in time with his own heart.

He lowered his head finally, his hand having trailed all the way up the inside of her leg, as he started to kiss her neck once more.

Claire's mind was rapidly emptying of all conscious thought as she allowed feeling and sensation to take over. All that existed for her in that moment was Caleb, and the way he was making her feel, the way his body felt against hers, and the little noises that told her that she was making him feel the same way as well.

When they had become a couple, Caleb had been far more sexually experienced than she had been, but he had been swift to put that experience to good use, making her feel things that she had never thought possible. Of course, it hadn't taken her long to discover what drove him wild either, and, every time that Claire thought there was nothing more either could learn about the other, or nothing more either could teach, they would discover something new. It was exhilarating.

As they laughed, they were disturbed by the slap of a hand on the wall to the next room, followed by a string of rapid, almost aggressive Italian, and Claire burst into laughter again, just about resisting cursing back in Māori. "We seem to be able to cause trouble wherever we go, e ipo," she chuckled, her voice low once more.

After they tumbled over onto the bed, Caleb knelt over her, drinking in every inch with his eyes, and Claire followed suit. She would never tire of looking at this beautiful man. However, at the moment, watching and being watched wasn't enough. She wanted Caleb, every bit of him: physically, intellectually, emotionally. She didn't just want him, she needed him, and he recognised that in her as he reminded her that she had promised to ask very, very nicely what he had planned for the next day.

He didn't give her any choice, though, as his fingers lightly gripped her ankle, before trailing their way up the inside of her leg. She gasped, and a shiver rolled through Claire's body as his fingers walked their way higher and higher, getting dangerously close to their goal. The gasp turned into a quiet whimper as his free hand traced her tattoo, his gaze never leaving her face.

"Please," Claire said, her word coming out as little more than a strangled whisper. "Please, Caleb..." She felt powerless to do anything other than lie there at that moment, and Caleb knew exactly what he was doing to her. The kisses at her neck broke that spell, and her fingers reached for his shoulders, pulling him closer, pulling him to lie on top of her, making her need perfectly plain. "Please..."

He laughed along with her as there was some strange shout come from the other room, yeah they might need to apologise to the front of house staff in the morning. Or maybe he could just bribe whoever was in the next room to go stay else where so he could make Claire shout louder, gasp harder, that was definitely a way to go that was for sure.

Of course all thoughts came narrowing back down to Claire, himself and the need that was so painfully obvious not going to be contained much longer between them. His own thoughts dwindled to to just her, laid out bare beneath him, he knew what came next, knew what was going to happen and as she tugged at his shoulder, her pleas reaching his ears he wasn't going to carry on teasing her much longer.

He let himself get dragged closer to her, kissing her hard, as he as usual ended up lining up perfectly with her. When they had first slept together, he had made sure she was certain she wanted this, had done the perfectly gentleman thing to do, made sure she was comfortable and although a part of him still did that now. Still he gave her a moment, a mere second, planted another kiss, harder, rougher this time, before he entered her in one swift move. Driven by her pleas, the heat between them, his own need, as he was enveloped in her heat, he hadn't realised he'd maybe held down on the kiss a little harder than intended.

His own breathing was harsh, like he couldn't quite catch his breath, as he shift ever so slightly, he hadn't closed his eyes once, still taking in the sight of Claire, making sure that she was okay. That he hadn't hurt her, even after all this time, even as the need to move became stronger and he began giving small thrusts. There was sweat gathering between his shoulders now, the exertion of not just quite literally powering away at her almost painful, but if there was one thing he loved about this relationship was that Claire always ended up setting the pace. He was at her complete mercy, even as he continued to drop open mouth kisses against her own body.

“A-anything,” he whispered back, not daring to speak louder, “anything you want, you have,” he added, twisting slightly as he moved forwards. It was probably the only time in his life that he gave himself over to the control of someone else so to speak, for someone who was damn near in control of everything he was very quickly falling apart.

Caleb's kisses became harder, rougher, more needful, but no less loving. When the mood took them, they were tender, slow, considerate. However, sometimes, their need for one another overtook any sensibilities they may have had, and they ended up taking what they needed from one another with little preamble. Still, however they made love, Claire loved it, and wouldn't change a thing.

She felt the moment that Caleb changed gear, giving her a moment to change her mind. It was something he always did, something that Claire would never understand after 17 months together. Sure, when they had first gotten together, it was his way of giving her an out, a chance to realise that she was making a mistake, but she had never wavered, never once taken the opportunity to stop things in their tracks. She had never needed to.

Even then, right at the beginning, she had known they had something special between them, something that was going to last. They had built too strong a foundation for it to be anything other than rock solid.

Claire cried out as Caleb entered her in one smooth movement, and one hand slipped from his back, grabbing the bedcover beneath her and balling it tightly in her fist. Her hips bucked up to meet Caleb's, bringing him as deeply inside her as she could. She caught his gaze, for a moment, and the mixture of love, lust and need there was so powerful that it almost made her cry.

"I want you," she replied, giving herself over to the building sensations in her body, giving herself over to the man she loved beyond measure. "I want you, Caleb, only you." Her voice was coming in short little gasps now, and her mind completely let go as Caleb threatened to tip her over the very edge of sensibility.

God damn if that plea wasn't music to his ears, even as she arched upwards to meet his own thursts, it driving him deeper inside. This was the point of no return, he wouldn't be able to stop now, not even if she asked him to, not that she was likely to, never in all there time together had they gotten to this part and stopped.

His own hand left the inside of her leg, found it's own way up to cup at her breasts, palming them in the middle of his hand even as he continued to push himself forwards. There were grunts of please escaping him now, as the pleasure built between them. He was always dropping open mouthed kisses against her neck, against her own lips, tongues battling for dominance, even as he kept an ear out to make sure she was taking just as much pleasure as he was.

Everything came down to them being joined together as they were, the heat between them almost tangible in the air, in-between intakes of breath, he was was alternating between her name and 'Wahine'. It was something he only did when he was completely with her, when he didn't know where he began and she ended.

As he continued to whisper the words to her, he realised he had picked up his pace a little bit, becoming that bit harder as the pleasure mounted in him. He really wasn't going to last so long with her, not that night, he could at times draw out their pleasure, have them right on the edge and back them off again, but most times that didn't happen. Not that it was always quick and over, there were times when it felt like he had been inside of her for months instead of minutes, tonight was not going to be one of them nights that was for sure.

“Close,” her muttered, his hot breath ghosting across her ear once more, as he pushed in further, hoisting one her legs right up so it rested on his hip, just the right angle he hoped. He just didn't want to finish without her, never did, and didn't want to start now, even as he continued to push into, repeatedly, passionately, with as much love as he could muster.

He was sure that the further along he got, the more the bed moved, the metal frame banging against the wall, causing him to laugh, which rumbled through his whole body. As he kissed, bit and peppered Claire with as many love bites as he could, got he was such a teenager at times.

Caleb responded to her words, to her touch, by pushing himself on, harder, faster, his hand reaching for her breasts, teasing her to the point where she could take no more. The kisses grew more insistent between them, and Claire pulled Caleb closer to her, one hand on his back, her short nails digging in, the other on his backside, pulling him as close as she could.

She loved it when he called her his wife, something he kept very much between the two of them. Sure, her family knew that they were "married", as did Caleb's, but, outside of that, they had never publicly shared their commitment to one another. On Atlantis, everyone knew they were a couple, and that was all they needed to know.

Claire felt Caleb pick up the pace, and knew he wasn't far off. Neither was she, but she still needed a little more encouragement. As he tugged her leg upwards to his hip, changing the angle, she got a little friction right where she needed, and, as Caleb told her he was close, all she could do was bite down on her bottom lip, a small, quiet moan building in her throat.

Caleb's laughter triggered the same in Claire, and, as the first waves of her climax washed over her, she found herself giggling almost uncontrollably, her entire body shaking as she held Caleb as close as she possibly could. All she could do now was hang on and ride out the waves of bliss that were threatening to drown her.

The laughter between them, right in that moment bowled him straight over into his own climax as he all but held onto Claire, feeling her tip over the edge with him calling out her name as he did so. He was still laughing, even as he thrust inside of her a few last times, his body working on pure instinct, his whole body was left shaking as he took some deep breaths trying to get himself back under control.

His hair was stuck to his head, sweat was definitely rolling down his back now, as he took some giant gulps of air, it had been a long time since they'd been able to as free with there noise with sex and damn it if he had hadn't enjoyed every last bit of it. He held onto Claire for a moment longer, almost afraid to let himself slip free, he never felt as complete as he did in that moment.

There was a pleasant soreness to his back where she had held on, a soreness that most definitely he was going to feel for the next day or so. He rolled onto his side slightly, still laughing as he did so, leg draped across hers, hand reaching up to move hair from her forehead as he placed a gentle kiss there.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice sounding a little worse for wear, he wasn't thanking her for the amazing sex either. Just thanking her for actually making him talk to her, finding out about the night time wonders and yes he knew he'd have to make a point of speaking to her even more about it, still he couldn't not thank her.

He moved in a little closer, still propped up on his elbow as he looked her over again, there was no way he would be able to go again that night – the lack of sleep was a bitch in that regard – but that didn't mean he wouldn't offer to help Claire if she wanted to. His free hand tracing a small trail of between her breasts, feeling her chest rise and fall, running almost soothing patterns across her stomach. It was an invite to if she wanted more, or she could tell him no, he didn't mind, he just wanted to keep touch her, he always wanted to keep as much contact with her as possible once they'd finished.

It surprised him how much of an actual, well cuddler would be the term he'd use only in his head, he was with her. Like he was almost worried the connection would disappear if he stopped touching her sooner rather than later, which was complete rubbish of course, it only seemed to strength their connection.

“You okay?” he asked, always asked, every time. No matter how many times they slept together, he always asked that.

"Thank you? For what?" A light frown settled on Claire's face as Caleb peeled himself away and rolled off her, not wanting to break contact, his leg still draped across hers. There was nothing he needed to thank her for at all. No matter what - whether he was having a hard time with something or not - she was there for him, and always would be.

Little after-ripples of pleasure were rolling through her, and Claire's sleepy eyes gazed up at Caleb, her fingers reaching up and twisting through the sweat dampened hair sticking to his forehead. It was quiet moments like this that were a complete counterpoint to the frenzied lovemaking that had come before. It was the quiet moments such as this that she treasured the most, when she felt closest to Caleb.

It had nothing to do with the sex, either. It was at times like this when she felt she could tell him anything, could trust him with her life, her love, her heart. Claire took a shaky breath in as Caleb's fingers went to work again, tracing a line between her breasts, before settling on her stomach and trailing in gentle patterns. She smiled up at him. "You keep doing that, sailor, and neither up us will get any sleep tonight."

Claire rolled over onto her side, facing Caleb, and drew her fingers down his chest, her eyes following the hazy path that she she was tracing. "I'm more than okay," she replied, her voice soft and a little fuzzy around the edges. Now the immediate fire had burned itself out, Claire was ready to curl up and sleep. She could only hope that Caleb would sleep as well. "How about you? Feeling better?"